Records Of Barton's Fantastical Events Chapter 5

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Translator: Doggotranslation  Editor: Doggotranslation

Louise felt that the person behind was just holding her, and even her already messy bath towel still half-covered her. Perhaps, at any other time, Louise would think this was a good thing, but at this time, her heart fell into the ice cave. The person behind her was not interested in the ‘service' she could provide. He wanted something else. Was it her life?

“You can answer the question later, but now, I am very hungry.”

The two red lights in the mirror were blocked by Louise's own body. When the man's cold palm moved away from her mouth, Louise exerted all her strength!

Louise knew that the detective, who had been watching her at the corner all night, must be in this hotel. Although it was incredibly short from the moment she broke out of the bathroom until the moment she was caught, the noises she made when she knocked over the round table in front of the wooden cabinet when she was struggling, would surely attract the attention of the detective. Now, what Louise had to do was to scream for help! As long as she made a sound, she would be rescued!

But what Louise didn't know was that the noises Coulson made were no smaller than the noises in this room, and…

“Hmm~~~”

Louise couldn't believe her ears. She tried to call for help, but she made such a sound!

There was something pressed against her neck, she was losing all her strength like crazy, and the hand that pressed on her waist had become a hug. For a moment, Louise thought she was in the arms of her lover.

The arms of the vampire had completely embraced the woman. His head was pressed on the woman's side neck. Four sharp fangs were stabbed into the woman's skin. The warm blood was pouring into his body like a warm stream.

“Thump! Thump…”

The heart of the vampire started to beat again.

As Louise became completely paralyzed, Zach felt ‘life' once again.

In her stupor, Louise felt that her consciousness was moving away from herself. The only thing she could do was to utter ambiguous groans. Louise felt hopeless, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier, making her vision blurry. The strange thing was that the man's movements became softer and softer.

Louise felt she was lifted up and put on the bed. She desperately wanted to stop her eyelids from closing. She wanted to take a last look at the true face of the ‘person' who had taken her life!

On the four white fangs, the bright red liquid was licked by a tongue. Louise's heart had lost the ability to speed up beating in response to ‘panic' due to excessive blood loss, and her eyes were unconsciously attracted by the two red pupils above the fangs.

“When you wake up, you will not talk about this with anyone, you will come to me and answer my questions.”

Louise lost consciousness.

Zach looked at the sleeping woman, smiled, and then looked at the wall mirror that only reflected Louise. His attention was not on the mirror, but on the wall behind the mirror. Vampires could now clearly hear the sound of friction between cup and wallpaper, that was the upright Detective Coulson who was looking for a better spot to hear the noise.

The fangs were retracted and the pupils had returned to normal light green. Zach settled Louise and put on the bathrobe that Louise had helped him to take out. This was a bit different from his original plan, which should have been carried out with pleasure, but this woman's unusual vigilance had disrupted Zach's actions.

Fortunately, Zach was full of energy now. He got out of Room 203, which he swindled, and knocked on the door of Room 202.

Detective Coulson was wondering why the welfare ended so early! Was that man, who looked very gentlemanly, a ‘quick shooter'?

When the knock on the door sounded, Coulson put down the cup, held his gun with both hands, walked lightly before the door, and learned forward quietly. Outside the peephole was a man with only a bathrobe, pale skin, and ruddy thin lips, giving people a strange feeling.

“Who is it?” Coulson stepped forward with his feet steady, the muscles from his shoulders to his fingers tightened, and the muzzle was aimed at the knee of the man outside the door. He tried to use an impatient tone to ask like a normal hotel guest.

Coulson has already recognized that this was the man, who took the woman away. The situation was still not very clear. Coulson, as a detective, had to be fully prepared.

“I am the one who lives in the next room.” Zach wrapped the loose bathrobe tightly, and his face was also showing an impatient expression. “I heard some noises coming from your side, did something happen?”

Coulson was dazed and turned around to look at his room.

‘Damn it!'

The chair beside the round table fell to the side. The glass fruit bowl that was supposed to be on the round table was crushed under his own neglect, the debris scattered half the table, and a few fruits that no one knew how long they had been there, rolled down to the corner of the room.

“Ah…” Coulson drawled, “Nothing, I accidentally knocked over the table!”

“Are you sure?” Zach outside the door asked in a suspicious tone, “my female companion insisted that something happened! Can you open the door and let me take a look!”

Through the peephole, Coulson saw the man cross his arms with palms constantly rubbing the arms. The corridor of the hotel was not heated.

“Er, no need, I'm tired, I'm already resting!” From the loose bathrobe, Coulson dropped the speculation that the man was a ‘quick shooter'. It seemed that the noise made by him made the woman a little uneasy. Coulson could only bite the bullet and continue acting. He hoped that the man would give up pestering him under the pressure of cold and wanting to go back to his room to do something hurriedly.

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In fact, we all know that Coulson's hope would not be fulfilled. Our vampire was also acting, and the three or four hundred years of honed acting was not something that Coulson could see through.

“Really?” The man's face outside clearly showed distrust. He looked up and down the door of Room 202, even approaching the peephole on the door, wanting to see the room inside!

Coulson looked at the magnified green eye that was revealing the strong distrust. It gave the upright detective a bad hunch.

Sure enough.

The man in the bathrobe stepped back a few steps, turned around, and walked towards the stairs!

“I think it's better to find the owner of the hotel to check it out!” Zach crossed his arms and hunched his shoulders as if he was really fighting the cold. The best actor said it as he walked away. His voice was not loud, but he could guarantee that the person in Room 202 could hear it.

Coulson was anxious, “Wait! There is no need to be so troublesome! You can come in! Wait for me to put on a dress!” Coulson didn't think that the old man would let him stay here after knowing that he had broken something in the room!

Coulson holstered his gun behind his back in panic, took off his leather shoes and tops, pulled a pajama from the dual-purpose wooden cabinet and put it on, and pushed the bedsheet around quickly a few times, and rushed toward the door again. Through the peephole, he could tell that the man outside was running out of patience.

Coulson's right hand was behind his back and pressed on his gun. His left hand quickly disheveled his hair, making him look like he had just gotten out of the bed, then he unlocked the door.

As the spring of the door lock made a slight click, and when Coulson's hand twisted the handle ninety degrees, a force suddenly hit him, and the scene in front of him instantly became blurry!

“Bang!”

When the scene in the field of vision became clear, Coulson found himself leaning against the wall, a cold hand against his neck, his abdomen being pressed by the other hand, and the right hand that pressed on the pistol behind the waist was stuck! And his feet couldn't feel the ground!

Only now did Coulson realize that his line of sight was much higher than usual! He was picked up and pinned to the wall!

Detective Coulson never thought that today would be the day of his martyrdom, but the strangulation of the neck, the forced closure of the windpipe, was forcing this idea into his head!

It seemed that like many people, who were dying, Coulson inevitably moved his eyes. He wanted to see who killed him!

Red, those red eyes were like black holes. Once he saw it, he could not move away again!

“You will stay here for one night until the lady in the next room wakes up. You have to keep her safe until she leaves the hotel. Tonight was just a normal sex trade, nothing special happened, and I haven't been here.”

The suffocated Coulson nodded unconsciously.

When Coulson finally got rid of the vampire's hypnotizing eyes and regained his own consciousness, it was already early in the morning, and he was finally relieved when he saw the woman next room leave the room, through the peephole.

‘What a waste of time, nothing happened, sigh.'

Coulson thought to himself.

I think I must have used the wrong phrase, Coulson would never be able to get rid of the hypnotizing eyes.

Chapter end